”Gail said, “You may do what you want. Supper will be at eight. I’m going to spend some time getting my room straightened out.”“Fine. If you...need me to do something, shout.”I went into the radio room/office and turned the radio on. Soon, I was making contacts and entering the information in my log. I checked into the Sideband Net and was listening when Gail came into the room. “Supper’s ready, Todd.”“Thank you. I’ll be right there.” Moments later, I turned things off, washed my hands, and. Maria was about to become her uncle’s thrill as she would for many more men in her family as word would spread of her being now available for their sexual lusts with her. An almost, 13 year-old about to embark on a six year odyssey of being the family’s whore. Maria would make all the men remember how much fun it is to have a good young pussy in your bed. Tonight though, Maria belonged all to her uncle. Pierre turned Maria to face him and she fell into his arms, nude from the waist up. He felt. It wasn’t the first time that I wondered if it was a little sick that I could get so turned on by the way she treated me and her promises to do worse. There was no denying how my body reacted to her abuse of me. Shame colored my cheeks, but with it came a craving so overpowering that all I could think of was surrendering to her, letting her use me in any way she desired. And of coming, of course. More than anything, I wanted to be allowed to come.The door swung open. I stared into a room. A dumbing-down." Maybe. But bringing Mozart to the masses should be a good thing." Anyway, the voices were lovely and the orchestra was great. So it's the production, not the opera." Okay. Anyway, we're nearly home."When Rachel got home the next afternoon she told me "His name's Mark and he comes from some small town north of Tamworth. He said his family's involved with horses called fish."I burst out laughing. "Not fish, sweetheart, 'walers'." Whales?" No. Walers are horses bred in New South.
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